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Splinters of light pierce through the cloud laden horizon
as the sea laps lazily on the shore
the shrill of gulls battling over remnants of food
left behind from visitors of the night before
the welcoming sand absorbs the tensions
natures healer of all that ails
while the salt air stirs the senses
allowing clarity to prevail
soldier crabs march in unison
away from the thunderous sound
of footsteps making their way
across the shell laden ground
driftwood from another land
half buried from the hightide
often intrigues me of its journey
what seas did it ride
a mirrored sea reflects
a whispering dawn trying to break free
of the clouds grasp
holding back its identity
an coconut palm lay half broken
undermined by a huge sea
fighting to survive
against natures fee
beauty and the beast
one and the same
so many moods
to appreciate is sane
an early morning walk
with the one who has your heart
sharing simple pleasures
for a beautiful day to start.......

In the vast deserts life struggles
clinging on by their toe nails
short scrubby plants poke out
a hot haven for scorpions

See the marks in the red sand
of where a snake slithered by
side winding its way over
the baking hot sands of dunes


Here all life is sparse
only the fit surviving

Yet in the vast oceans
life teems with brilliance
various colourful corals
with sparkling little fish

Immense whales roam at will
see their water sprouts
gushing up in fountains
as silently they glide by


Shoals of fish darting by
seaweed lazily waving

Then there are the snowy tundras
life here too is for the fittest
majestic polar bear with cubs
fishing at an air hole in the ice

Penguins scurrying as fast as they can
they have no intention of being supper
sea lions lay on the rocky snowy shores
here to mate and give birth to pups


The wolf pack roaming far and wide
searching for their elusive next meal

As I travel these places in my mind
I am struck by how alike our lives are
we go through hard times as we traverse
the winding paths set before us

Then there are the times of plenty
when all is sunny and delightful
a time to enjoy and even to reflect
to give thanks that all is so good

On to the winter which comes to all
a time too of hardship and being slow
the sense of life starting to wind down
the reluctance acceptance as we near the end

words are like a map
and experience is the territory
a map can only give knowledge
"about" the territory
it can never give knowledge
"of" the territory
this can only be obtained
through direct experience

a cup may contain water
but it is not the water

words may point to the truth
but they are not the truth

form may express the essence
but it is not the essence

knowledge may lead to wisdom
but it is not wisdom

having knowledge is being intellectual
having wisdom is being intelligent

knowledge deals with the parts
wisdom deals with the whole

the whole is more than the sum of the parts
wisdom is more than knowledge

Breathe in the crisp, cool air. All around fall is everywhere. Sit on your porch in your rocking chair. Look around at all the colors of the trees. Red, brown and yellow. Sit back relax and be mellow.

Build a stack of leafs and run to jump into them. It's almost like a pool, but way more cool. Play around outside. Kids like to go hide. The fun of the season brings such joy, especially for every girl and boy.

Along with the fun is laughter and happiness. The sun does caress. It will be evening and the day will end soon in a most beautiful way, because there will shine a full moon.

Yes, fall is upon us, so let's enjoy this time of the year. Wishing you all Blessings, Love and Cheer.

The beauty begins early in the morning. Fog on the ground and clouds in the sky, leave for the day. Sunrise is on its way. The sunshine gets in my eyes. Sunshine is filled with surprise.

Another day starts with a sunrise for one and all. Sweet and warm as if an angel's wings are wrapped around you. Lay back and enjoy, for soon it will all go away. Some days are filled with skies of gray. Sunrise has a magical way. Sunrise I wish would come to wake me every day. I pray that the sunshine will forever stay.

I cannot think of anything as lovely as a sunrise. In all its greatness, I feel so blessed. This is my day of play and rest. Can't think of anything as powerful than this. Except perhaps, being sun kissed.

October 18, 1998

Before the first blush of color alters the landscape, the wind has already delivered Autumn’s first chilling kiss, signaling summer’s end. From that moment, change comes swiftly. Sister Winter looks on from the shadows, confident in her knowing, patient in her task. The transition occurs almost overnight, leaving the trees and valleys painted in rusty gold crimson splendor.

Autumn sparks a dance of joy; her voice lingering on the crisp morning air. Hers is a song of gentle thanks and gracious farewell to sister summer, who now readies for a three season nap. Summer has blessed man with yet another generous harvest and seed to sow after winter’s thaw. Try as we might, we cannot alter or resist time’s unflinching momentum.

Autumn’s gift is a stunning visual spectacle as she serenades the fields, steep canyons, vast forests and remaining wilderness with her soulful lullaby. She offers a brief space of reflection, which connects the land to our beating hearts, reminding us that as one thing ends another begins. Autumn song is the spirit voice of falling leaves, peaceful surrender, and the perfect harmony shared between all four sister seasons.

October 1976

The lush colors of summer have faded, leaving an eerie, unexplainable stillness to settle within me. A stillness eased only by the transition of bold new colors splashed against the shifting October sky. Overnight, the leaves come alive with gold, blushing reds, orange brown, even soft pink. Even as I write this, the autumn wind whispers its message, prying leaves from secure stems and branches. One by one, they fall earthward in graceful flight.

The colors shift yet again to blend with earth, peeling bark and dying grass. Once they have scratched their way across country roads and city sidewalks, they settle to decompose wherever fate has cast them. As it has always been and shall ever be, mother earth claims what she has made. A great sleep befalls the land for several moons, until spring is called to spill forth her bounty. The cycle continues onward without the slightest sigh.

I walk the fields, inhaling the scent of dampened autumn leaves, so humbled with the reminder of the delicate balance between life and death. Autumn has a presence all its own, as does each of the seasons. I keep inside of me all that my senses collect, savoring the spirit of what is now. I see a barren landscape with trees standing tall and naked against an ashen sky. Frosty mornings have already made their presence known. I will miss the sun light, cherishing those brief moments when it peeks out from behind dark clouds.

Autumn is a time for reflection, as well as the planting of new dreams. A time for mittens, hot chocolate, a warm hat and coat, Kleenex, red cheeks, a fireplace glow. Cookies and pumpkins, racking leaves, trick or treat, brisk starry nights, cozy bedding, fresh snow.

the magnificent river
coming down the mountainside
spreading out in its majesty
as it moves towards the ocean
then rising up to the cloud
from where it condenses
on the mountain
as snow or rain
that ends up in the river
repeating the glorious cycle
- the essence of nature

Inbetween the graves
The red squirral dash
Collecting the nuts she buriued the fall before
Tenderly she sit on her hind feet

Licking her lips to feast on her treat
Watching knowing she being watch ed
And her watching you
On the look out for flying birds
Watching for owls birds of prey

After eating her tasty nut she merrily scampers up a tree
Hares playing fighting some
With babies
Night falls they scurry home
Into their burrows babies in

They nesttle together
To keep the outside out
Temperture rising to keep night out
Waiting for the mornig dew

The light shine into the burrow out pops the hare running about
Down from the trees scampers the red squirral

morning breakfast to find
A new day is born and new life in the burrow